Yesterday ProPublica, the independently funded investigative reporting organization featured my SF magazine story on its front page as the editor’s pick of the day.
Sammy Thompson
He found a family, and finally started to make a home in a place where others rarely tarried.
Jonathan Guerrero
"God just put too many things on this kid."
Katie Simianer
"I want to go. I want to travel. I have to hurry. I have to live my life while I can."
Tony Zaleta
A spirit walking, trying to find his place in the world.
Nikki Pack
Fast talking, easy to get laughing, a young woman who always wanted to be free.
Melissa Martinez
"She was fearless. She would try anything."
Justin Lutz
"There was something about Justin. He would just draw you in."
Jeff Geerts
This the afterlife, as ruined by lawyers — a corporate-sponsored hereafter.
Shaun the sheep gets his first haircut at The Barn, and we all get to watch.
A box of items rescued from the NOLA warehouse fire arrives in my house carrying a mystery in the soot and crumbled pages.
On The Talk Of The Nation my interview with host Neal Conan was surprisingly cheerful considering the subject was eight young people who died in a fire. The callers, both adults who had been travelers and kids who were traveling, talked not about danger, but about the joy of pure freedom and few responsibilities.
WBUR “Here and Now” featured my Boston Review story, and the comments posted under it show how much the traveling kids’ lifestyle of hopping trains and scrounging a livelihood intrigues, infuriates and touches people’s imaginations.
My appearance on Montreal drive-time radio surprised me as the interviewer wanted to speak about my daughter and me, not about those who died in the fire.
In the leaderless chaos of the General Strike in Oakland, the crowd maintained its own order and a unique way of expressing frustrations.
Last night’s bloody Occupy Oakland demonstration proved to me the vital importance of Twitter in bearing witness in real time, a time when the conventional media often turns off the camera, looks away or refuses to report.
Herman Cain’s campaign commercials communicate through images and gestures a vision of a bare-knuckled America where a quick pummeling gets you back in line — right back to the 1960s.
I always thought Newt Gingrich was a big baby, but I had no idea how right I was!
Only the truly obsessive compulsive need to make their own candied citrus peel in order to make mincemeat. Count me among their number.
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